Mrs Hudson, not wanting to miss out on the story, quietly went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. She got down the tea pot and opened the tin of tea, almost crying aloud at whatever Sherlock had stored in there. She looked around for another tin of tea but couldn't see one, so found herself standing rather foolishly in the middle of the kitchen.

Sherlock was finding it hard to hold back the laughter at the apparent incompetence of Scotland Yard, although he had to admit it all sounded rather interesting. He did love a good mystery.

"I'll need to see the footage of course. And I'll need full access to the station - every single room and corridor."

Mrs Hudson came over with a tray of tea and he picked up a cup for himself, taking a sip before glancing over at John.

"I see you got out of making the tea again."

Sherlock noticed the Inspector eyeing up the tea.

"Please do," he indicated with a wave of his hand.

"Yes I'll come immediately, although I expect you'd rather I got dressed first."

Sherlock put down his tea then sprang from the chair with a sudden rush of energy and began to make his way over to his bedroom.

Mrs Hudson looked at DI Hopkins with something like empathy mixed with exasperation. What is it with these boys all assuming she was the housekeeper? Her foray into tea making in Sherlock's kitchen made her rather hesitant to seek out biscuits in there.

"Of course I can rustle up something. You poor thing, you look positively exhausted. I'm sure Sherlock will be able to help. I'll just go see what I can find in my kitchen, shall I?"

She smiled at Hopkins and walked stiffly down the stairs - her hip really was bothing her this evening. She knew she had some lovely fresh tarts in the fridge - that should do nicely. She put some out on a nice china plate and headed back upstairs.

"Here you are, dear. Help yourself"

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John ignored Sherlock and his less-than-appropriate attire. He might have been inwardly amused had it not been for the fact that his laptop was still open reminding him that he was still annoyed with Sherlock. He retrieved his notepad and searched for a writing tool of some sort amongst the cluttered table. He grabbed a small pencil from under the newsprint and wrote "Missing Scotland Yard Employee" in bold letters.

"So, when exactly was she last seen?"


[*grins* Er, can someone tell me which canon story we are doing? I haven't read them all! Or I don't mind giving up John if someone else wants to give him a shot!]

[You made me LOL for real! ;D I'm sure somebody will point us in the right direction soon!]

"Yes quite finished thanks Mrs Hudson." he smiled sheepishly wishing he never made the housekeeper remark.
He turned to Sherlock's closed bedroom door.
"Mr Holmes shall I go on ahead and expect you at The Yard soon?" Talking to a closed door was like talking to Anderson, an image of a brick wall came to mind.

"Yes, yes of course I'm coming," said John quickly. He took one last look at his laptop on the table and mumbled under his breath, "But we are not done discussing your constant invasion of my privacy, Sherlock."

Hopkins walked up the stairs fully aware of the mrs. Hudson following close behind. What he had to tell sherlock shouldn't be over heard by other people.
He opened the door to find sherlock and john glaring at each other from one side of the room.
"Mr. Holmes"

" Yes sit down I am sure my friend john watson can get your a drink"

" Friend? " I said confused as I didn't think sherlock had any friends according to my sources.

"Associate" he mumbled and walked off.

( Sorry for jumping in but I was really enjoying this )

John was about to ask Sherlock to show a bit of decorum and sit still... but what was the point? Compared to visiting Buckingham Palace half-naked--this was nothing. He smiled at the memory. Sherlock did get away with a lot, didn't he?